Tuesday, June 10, 2008
My children gifted me with these blue garden clogs for Mother's Day, and the shoes have fast become my favorite footwear. Squishy and comfortable, they clean right up in a jiffy with a garden hose. What more could a mom ask for?
"Check those out!" the Mister said when he came home and found me in my shoes. "Those look great!"
"Yes, I call them my Smurf Shoes," I gleefully told him, knowing he understand the reference. I tried that title out on the kids, but it fell flat since they have no clue what a Smurf is.
The Mister just stared at my feet. "Why? Smurfs wear white shoes."
I stared back at him, a bit incredulous that he just took away my thunder in an instant. "Yes, but these shoes are bulbous and the same color as a Smurf."
"Well, then you should call them your Smurf-colored shoes, or your Smurfy shoes," was his retort.
Yes, unbelievable but true, my life has come down to a semantical discussion regarding the Smurfs.